If you’re looking for a way to get to the front of the VIP-iest VIP line at the entrance gates to Hell, here’s the visual secret password you’ve seen looking for: CROC TAN LINES! It’s not only the official mark of fug, but it’s also the official mark of dark-sidedness. That mess is uglier than a bubbly poison ivy rash on a prolapsed rectum.
In the underworld, nothing says “I take my allegiance to the dark side seriously” like CROC TAN LINES. In real-life, nothing says “I’ve given up on life and can’t wait to get to the underworld” like CROC TAN LINES.
The sad part is that those aren’t even real Crocs. The sadder part is that I know what knock-off Crocs look like.